This empty feeling sets in my chest
And I start to worry
Try to push it down
Cast it out
But I can't control it
Hangin on by the strings that you're pulling
So you cut me down, just to push me around

Like I'm your punching bag
Just another pot callin' the kettle black
Take it out on someone who won't hit you back
Till we're all as broken as you

So say goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy
You got your wish, he's rotting in hell
I'm up all night
When you think I'm sleeping
People pleasing's never good for your health
So go fuck yourself

On this episode of friend or foe
You're throwin' stones and hope I
Tie a rope, 'round my throat
Till I start to choke
You're a sick, persistent virus under my skin
Rather set myself on fire, than let you win
I could give you the world, but you'd poison the seas
I could let down my guard
But then all that I'd be is just your

Like I'm your punching bag
Just another pot callin' the kettle black
Take it out on someone who won't hit you back
Till we're all as broken as you

So say goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy
You got your wish, he's rotting in hell
I'm up all night
When you think I'm sleeping
People pleasing's never good for your health
So go fuck yourself

So say goodbye to your Mr. Nice Guy
You got your wish, he's rotting in hell
I'm up all night
When you think I'm sleeping
People pleasing's never good for your health
So go fuck yourself